Sadiki nodded, his tears spilling over as he watched Drystan turn and leave the cell. Drystan didn't look back, his steps firm as he walked away, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed the pain he felt leaving Sadiki behind.
Sadiki sat in silence, his tears falling freely as he clutched the memory of Drystan's kiss. "Come back to me," he whispered, his voice cracking in the empty cell.
As the heavy door of the dungeon slammed shut behind Drystan, the muffled echoes of his boots faded into the distance. Sadiki sat motionless, his back against the cold stone wall, the taste of the roasted meat still lingering faintly on his tongue. But it wasn't the meat he savored, it was the memory of Drystan's warmth, his promise, and the raw emotion in that kiss that consumed him.
